Down Among the Cypress Trees.
Copyright, 1895, by F. J. Tierney.
Written by F. J. Tierney. Composed by Felix McGlennon.
Dere will nebber be no singin' by our little cabin door,
Dere will neither be no play in', nor no preachin' any moan;
All de darkies hab cross'd ober to dat land beyond de sea,
And I heah de tug-boat comin' dat dey're sendin' after me,
Dat dey're sendin' after me.
Down among de cypress trees, sleep de deah old friends oh yore;
Angela come and take me, please, I don't want ter stay no moah.
Dere am roses Still a-growin' in de Massa's garden fair,
But dere's no one lift ter pick 'em, and dey all am with'rin' dere;
All de fields am white with cotton, und de sun am shinin' bright,
But my heart am sad an' lonely thinkin' ob de lubly time,
Thinkin' ob de lubly time.- Chorus.
Fah away de Mississippi rolls along down to de sea,
An' it alwa's seems a-strivin' an' a-strugglin' to be free;
Dat's de way my soul am feelin', like a bird dat's lost its wings,
Foah I want ter see de deab ones play in' on de golden strings,
Playin' on de golden strings.- Chorus.